Peter S. Quinn Poems

I am from within
a dream that might be true,
or a whimsy whim
that is just going through.
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It's just a rainy Sunday
dreams like rainy flow;
early in its way,
everywhere I go.
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I hope you love me always
for I am always for you,
the times of blue and grays
are still coming through.
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Oh, night sky,
how mystical you seem;
so far away and high,
in glistening starry dream...
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Now hear love
in its breezy blow,
when lights above
into timeless go;
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Beyond the day,
where man's dreams are;
love shall lead the way
- and heal every scar...
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At the end of the day,
the glow will go;
the sun shining ray,
that gave golden flow:
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Give me time to know
Everything about love,
Both in day‘s high and low
Even with gray clouds above.
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My touch is together,
as a flower of spring;
it's now or never,
that I will sing...
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Autumn now playing,
in dark colors harmony
- winter is coming.
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